"Let's get down on one of the other levels, Steve. Then we'll drift over to the heading at the other end."
"Anybody'd think you were down in a mine. These aren't levels; they are tiers. You remind me of one of our miners who came down here to Duluth. He went to a hotel, and in telling some of the boys about it, he said: 'We got in a swell cage with looking glasses all around the inside. The cage tender jerked us up to the sixteenth level. We went along this till we came to a crosscut; then they led us into a swell drift an' we struck the heading and sat down.' What do you think of that?"
"That sounds like a lumber-jack more than it does a miner. He must have had a sky parlor. I wonder what hotel he got into."
Suddenly a great shouting was set up far below where the boys were standing, and further on toward the end of the trestle.
"Now what's the matter?" wondered Steve. Two long blasts of a steamship's whistle sounded.
"There goes a ship. They're pulling out. I'll bet that's the 'Wanderer,'" shouted Bob.
"If if is, she will pull out without us. No, it can't be the 'Wanderer,' for she did not come in until after sundown and it is not possible that the ship could be loaded by this time. We'll simply have to find our way down through the trestle somewhere and locate our ship. If we knew which side the boat lay it would be easier for us. Can you see which boat is leaving, Bob?"
"I think it is a boat from one of the other piers. I don't see anything going away near us."
"Suppose we move out toward the end. Then we shall be able to see where we are and what we are doing."